The other night on CNN there was this show about the top 10 things that can take out the human race. Not long before that the news announced where the top 10 corporations have finally agreed that global warming is real and we best do something about it. This followed of course by VP cheny's (Caps left out intentionally) comment that he still isn't sure. Which is understandable cause he ain't sure if his gun is loaded, what he's aiming at, and thinks the war is going wonderfully well. Of course this is all old news. For most that is. I'm suspicioning that for some, many who ride motorcycles, this may not be old news. In fact whilst in the midst of planning which doggie run they will ride in next it may not even be news. But hey, these issues have major ramifications for the "biker nation". Like it will be somewhat difficult to ride a motorcycle in Florida since it will be under water (but then insurance premiums will not be a concern) and I definitely want to be wearing a helmet whilst crossing the desert case some rouge meteor comes shooting out of the sky and bounces of my head. Not to mention I don't want to be riding in boots, shorts and vest somewhere that gets cold when the power grid goes down. See, I wonder about these things. Which may be why years ago when I heard the "tune in, turn on drop out" mantra, I did. Well all good things must come to end of course. So I dropped back in. Only to find out why I dropped out in the first place.

Cause see it now looks as if much of the rest of the world has tuned out, turned off and dropped anything that resembles "give a damn" (notice I said much and not all). Maybe I should be more specific and say "Americans", not that I'm real sure I know what that is anymore. Being lucky enough by chance to be born in a country established by rag tag, rebellious individuals who for some unknown reason understood the meaning of sacrifice, commitment and that elusive concept of freedom it would appear that we have evolved into an "all about me" population of people that may give the time of day if convenient or sacrifice as long as it doesn't disturb a grain of sand in their ant hill. Or, will do so in trade for an ego stroke (hmmm $100 for chrome or to the victims of Katrina).

Damn, I knew I could hook Katrina in here somehow. A microcosm of America. One big wind and it all blew apart. And all the kings men ain't been able to put it back together again. Time passes and when is the last time you have thought about it? Not that there weren't heroes, sung and unsung, during the crises that continues today. But the crises continues and where is the outrage against a government that has left hundreds of your (you paid for em) FEMA trailers rotting at an Arkansas airport and American citizens (your brothers and sisters, or at least countrymen) to an intellectually challenged governance enforced by a brotherhood of badges sworn to protect yet prone to loot (paid by you) only to lie us into a war (paid for by you) they won't be able to lie us out of? "Taxation without representation"? Or do you feel well represented and gladly fork over your chrome dollars for such, because to do otherwise would mean you would have to step out of your well insulated little world and take "action?"

Ok by now, if you haven't stopped reading, somebody, somewhere may be scratching they're heads going well what the hell does that have to do with Global Warming. Well it's kinda like if we willingly keep keep our blinders on in an effort to perpetuate our illusions then we will quickly, if we haven't already, pass the point of no return. An asteroid is gonna whip around the sun and smack us up side the head and we won't even see it coming. And your children, whom you pass your indifference on to, won't be able to answer their children (your grandchildren), when they ask (as they leaf through an old, yet to be rewritten history book) "What did grand daddy do to stop this from happening"?

The American Indian got tired of the discomfort and hardship placed on them by a government that espoused the credo "all men are equal" while engaged in the destruction of the indian's lifestyle. So tired they were willing to trade fighting for the security of some sugar, alcohol and becoming under privileged citizens subjugated to the whims of the government. "Crazy horse" saw it coming. He knew that the Indian way was dead but he kept fighting anyway. He was a real pain in the ass. Know one could stop him as he reminded the Indians of what they used to be and the shame of what they no longer were. So his own people killed him.

So why is all this on a blog having to do with motorcycles and biker lifestyle. Aw hell, I don't know.

Check out Diana's response to the post below. She nails the insurance gig good. And our new link "Chainsaw and Girl Geek."